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At sunset above the plains of Kwaalon, on a dark, high terrace balanced on a glittering black swirl of architecture forming a relatively microscopic part of the equatorial Girdlecity of Xown, Vyr Cossont – Lieutenant Commander {reserve} Vyr Cossont, to give her her full title – sat, performing part of T. C. Vilabier's 26th String-Specific Sonata For An Instrument Yet To Be Invented, catalogue number MW 1211, on one of the few surviving examples of the instrument developed specifically to play the piece, the notoriously difficult, temperamental and tonally challenged Antagonistic Undecagonstring – or elevenstring, as it was commonly known.
by Iain M. Banks
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As the sun set over the plains of Kwaalon, Vyr Cossont, a Lieutenant Commander in reserve, found herself on a stunning terrace within the vibrant city of Xown, part of the vast equatorial Girdlecity. She was immersed in performing an intricate piece, T. C. Vilabier's 26th String-Specific Sonata, an avant-garde composition intended for an instrument yet to be created.

Vyr played on the rare Antagonistic Undecagonstring, known as the elevenstring. This unique instrument is infamous for its complexity and difficulty, highlighting Vyr's skill as she navigated its challenging tones, bringing to life a musical expression that transcends traditional boundaries.

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